The duel ended the same way it had begun, only the tables had been turned. It was a slow, but infuriating process.
Step by step, strike after strike, Han Xuhan's momentum grew while Yang Kai's aura diminished. By the end of it, Yang Kai was beaten black and blue, appearing so wretched that most people found it pitiful.
Han Xuhan had also gotten hit pretty heavily several times during the duel. But because neither side used any vital energy to enhance their strikes, he could still shake it off and walk away from the duel in a domineering fashion.
In contrast, Yang Kai had been hit way too many times to leave by himself. He couldn't even voice his grievances about the inexplicable details of their duel.
A group of kindhearted friends had to carry him over to the infirmary.
On the way, their lively conversations did little to improve his sour mood.
"Brother Kai, you shouldn't have proposed a duel of Mystic Arts. Brother Xuhan ate up your attacks like you were a child."
